It is hard to believe that Christmas is upon us already. The year has gone by so quickly. It looks like here in Iowa it will be a white Christmas. I can’t say that really excites me, but my kids love it. Since we home school, our kids will do some school work and then take a break sledding and snowboarding in our back yard (we are on a hill and the backyard is a downward slope). So they have a blast with this stuff. Snow to me just means shoveling, perhaps one day I’ll find some joy it in.
I can find joy in other things with Christmas though.
“Therefore the Lord himself will give you a sign. Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel,” (Isaiah 7:14, ESV).
“For to us a child is born,
to us a son is given;
and the government shall be upon his shoulder,
and his name shall be called
Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God,
Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.
Of the increase of his government and of peace
there will be no end,
on the throne of David and over his kingdom,
to establish it and to uphold it
with justice and with righteousness
from this time forth and forevermore.
The zeal of the LORD of hosts will do this,” (Isaiah 9:6-7, ESV).
We can celebrate that in Jesus we have our Immanuel, God with us! Charles Spurgeon shared the significance of Jesus as our Immanuel.
“Immanuel, God with us in our nature, in our sorrow, in our lifework, in our punishment, in our grave, and now with us, or rather we with Him, in resurrection, ascension, triumph, and Second Advent splendor.”
I’ve had memorable Christmases before traveling in blizzards to be with family, spending time with friends and family you don’t see as often. I’d have to say one of my most memorable Christmases was the Christmas after placing my faith in Christ, and I worshipped Immanuel.
Before Christmas didn’t hold much meaning for me… it just meant shopping (begrudgingly – Cheryl will tell you that I don’t shop, I conquer), spending time with family and receiving gifts. I had missed out on the best gift of all and that is Who the season was really all about. But not anymore… there are other fond memories – Cheryl and my first Christmas together in our little apartment at college.. Christmases with my kids. But none will top my first Christmas with Jesus as my Immanuel.